SOFT LIGHT

Los Angeles, California
into: reading, writing, philosophy, theology, making babies, eating with my hands, and other things of this nature.
i write because it makes me feel warm and gooey inside like a sticky bun. i'm inspired by mother goose and heartache, the intoxication of language, the humanness of human nature, and bla bla bla becasue I like to talk and stuff.
I know I've never met you, but I'd like to. I'm pretty sure we'd hold hands and play monopoly till dawn if we did.

human / mother and god knows what else

iPhone notes late aug – sep 11

The name of my memoir should be “against my better judgement”
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Should i dye my hair this color?

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The sun magazine

–> look it up

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Appt:
Bruising ?

Hard to breathe feeling

BLOATING WTF, why do I look five months pregnant, google says this is a thing!?!

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Remember to:

Sign kids up for school lunch

Pay Internet

Water power gas etc

UCLA form

Library fines
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to look back at old

photographs,

It makes my stomach

turn.

to take new

photographs,

It makes my stomach

turn.

always

turning,

turning,

turning.

like tina.

like the byrds.

like the mother fucking chicken

I just killed for dinner.
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“I don’t know everything but I know some things and one thing I know is that your brains are REALLY REALLY SUPER DUPER IMPORTANT. It sends notes to your arms, your legs, stomach, back, and all your body parts.” – Clem
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I keep